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I used to hate all my dad's old outlaw country bands He'd play me when I was young 'Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives they lead When all I wanted were honest songs But now they're anthems in the van And we're screaming them out on the highway For good luck In the bright blistering sun Runnin' toward the light On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep Runnin' toward the light I stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep Cream fights through truck-stop coffee here in the quiet purple dawn Last night we played another highway bar, for the first time they sang along Spray paint a '20' up on the over pass Like a blood pact for the drifters we've become In the soft burgeoning sun Runnin' toward the light On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep Runnin' toward the light SongtexteI stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep This is for Rosa, and Catherine And Mom and Dad And this is for Robert, and Jesse And the Thunderbird staff I'm going to make you proud of me I'm going to make you proud of me I'm going to make you proud of me Runnin' toward the light On the shoulder of a dream I'm singing in my sleep Runnin' toward the light I stagger through the streets I sing it in my sleep Aus Songtexte Mania